Tanks and Roses

Have you ever wondered about the way the world should be?
If we are all truly unique,
despite the fact that we're just another drop in the sea?
I do, I wonder all the time.
I wonder about love, I wonder about crime.
I wonder why people end their lives,
why we have to cry in needless pain.
For who wills this, to what gain?

With tanks and roses, we form their lives.
With tanks and roses, into endless oblivion we strive.
With tanks and roses, with tanks and roses.

With tanks and roses, we kill all the children, we kill all the wives,
for whos opinion matters but our own,
everything everyone does is for their own selfish gain;
all this pain isn't necessary.
I wish I could bereave you of your pain,
I would do it all, take it all, take it all away,
I would live with it until the end of my days;
or into the endless oblivion if I must.

With tanks and roses, you form our lives.
By tanks and roses, into oblivion we strive.
With the tanks and the roses you kill all our children and kill all our wives...
With tanks and roses, you form, the new world.

^-- Nyaste låten. :3